What is the hardest part
                    Of being alone?
It's the quietness,
A stillness making
What ought have been a home-
a house.
It's filled with beds,
But those lover's nests
Are             Empty.
And the thought is
As occupying as a dream.
A dream you cannot feel
Because the loneliness is keeping you awake

With no one to hold down your fears
         And keep you safe.

i was strong before i met you.
my walls were high and mighty-
made of steel.
Now nothing remains to protect my heart.

My heart is out there
for all to see-
for all to take.
I can't stop them-
even if i tried.
I was left weak and tired from my failed defense against you.

I lay here exposed and weak-
nothing left in me at all.
Yet i still use what little i have left
to try and crawl back to you.